Plastic Poppies at Wilford
Just a few notes. I’m short of time and style must give way to speed.
Off to Nottingham for a while tomorrow – we have things like blood tests and parcel deliveries to attend to, and more things to pack.
The splint on my wrist, after failing me yesterday, is back doing its job and everything feels more comfortable. Having said that, I am quite frustrated by the constant small things that keep going wrong with me and my life.
The methotrexate injection sage is an example of this – basically two months messing about to get a prescription changed from pills to injections. So much red tape! Hopefully that will all be settled next week. It will make the move easier because they only give me 4 weeks of pills, but I get 12 weeks of injections.
Poppies with bee
It was the meeting of the Military History Group tonight – a detailed piece of research done by one of the members on airfields of WW2 and the squadrons that used them. It was packed with tantalising snippets of information, but there was so much else to get through that we didn’t have time to fully appreciate them. Did you know, for instance, that the great airfield expansion plan of the 1930s (when the government finally realised we were in deep trouble) was the work of the architect Sir Edwin Lutyens, the man who designed the Cenotaph and was involved in much of the Commonwealth War Graves architecture. To be honest, I thought he was dead by WW2, but he didn’t actually die until 1944.
He also mentioned (briefly) John McGee, an American serving in the RCAF. It seems he would like it read at his funeral. At that point I would have had a slide and a quote up on the screen, but he just passed on to another list. It’s here for people who don’t know it or, like me, never get tired of it. Sentimental? Yes, me and the poem.
There was also the story of the WAAF who took an unexpected flight. He dismissed that in a few lines and went back to talking about aeroplanes and bomb loads and runway lengths.
Poppies in the Mencap garden – Wilford
It took well over an hour. I know this because there is a clock in the room. I didn’t look at the start time but it was before 8..00 and it went on until almost 9.30. Julia, meanwhile, was beginning to think I’d been kidnapped.
Two other members provided extra material – one brought models of various aircraft mentioned in the talk and another brought some paperwork relating to a WW2 RAF bomber crewman from Peterborough. It was nice to see other people joining in. It was also nice to be in a warm room. I always find the heating to be insufficient at the
Poppies at East Leake
I love that poem by John Magee, too. It is timeless. Margaret Horton’s story of being the actual unwitting “parasite drag” on the Spitfire was harrowing, but good!
How good to have an evening that was interesting and warm. I hope that the methotrexate keeps working for you. It did wonders for me.
Interesting in parts. 🙂 The methotrxate is working well at the moment.
Have you tried a wrist pad in front of your keyboard? It helps me
I used to have one but it fell apart. It has, unfortunately occurred to me that I have caused my current problem by ignoring this simple precaution. Looks like time for a look at Amazon again! 🙂
Well, mine is pink and looks like clouds…
It is good that she lived to tell the tale, and unfortunate that your informant didn’t give it more weight than dome of the other stuff
Yes, he’d clearly done a lot of research, but it doesn’t always make a good listen.
Great story of the WAAF and the unexpected flight. And an interesting idea that she explains about not fear death.
Yes. I knew the story, but until I searched for it I had no idea that she’d actually written about it. I’m not sure what I’d have though about if it had been me. 🙂
Here’s another one for you. Dredged out of childhood memories of Look & Learn comic.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holden%27s_Lightning_flight#:~:text=On%2022%20July%201966%2C%20Walter,Electric%20Lightning%20during%20ground%20testing.
Thank you. I love that sort of stuff. I should tell you one of stories about the Army. Actually I might make it a couple.
Your stories are always welcome. 🙂